Maiya's Last Day: A Narrative Fiction

The Paradise of Maitreya is a wall painting by famed painter and Buddhist monk Zhu Haogu and his pupil Zhang Boyuan. It is 502 cm in height and 1101 cm in length, and was created on the southwestern portion of the Xinghua monastery in 1298, during China’s Yuan dynasty. The painting is done through the dry fresco method on one of the clay walls of the monastery, with ink and rich colour pigments being used to create the image itself. The technique used to create this painting was appropriate likely due to the ease in which the surface of the wall could be prepared and covered with clay, and how the ink and colour medium was one that was already being used at the time. After being restored, it was shipped to Toronto and the Royal Ontario Museum’s Bishop White Gallery, where it currently resides. Though the overall surface of the wall painting is smooth and flat due to the technique used and the clay on which the ink was applied, there are still faint lines and faded areas that are likely due to the passage of time and how the painting had to be taken apart while being transported.

Personal Narrative- The Day My Sister Left for College I had woken up extra early that morning to watch it all happen. To watch part of my life that had been ever so dominant disappear in a small gold 96’ Saturn. I watched it carefully, not thinking that these few moments

The impact of saying good-bye and actually leaving did not hit me until the day of my departure. Its strength woke me an hour before my alarm clock would, as for the last time Missy, my golden retriever, greeted me with a big, sloppy lick. I hated it when she

Jessica is a 30 year-old single female. She has a very low stress job and lives at home with her mother. Jessica has always been a mediocre achiever. She has not graduated college, which has been on and off in attendance for six years. She has very high standards for

"I missed you too. I’ve been counting down the days until I can see you."

"I missed you even while you were here. I will miss you infinitely more now that you're gone.

“Hey,” I said, sitting up and touching her ankle to remind her of the anklet. “We will always be together no matter where we end up.”

Starting off with a picture of how days were when she experienced her fifth-grade summer, the author adds in details that seem so minuscule, and unimportant to set the setting. The information about the cost of riding a trolley and the ice truck driving around on a hot day with blocks of ice provides the readers with the background of her story. In addition, by using diction that the author used as a child, such as “that-old-thing” and “help-him-out,” she brings the story to life as if it were still the 1900s. Every tiny detail that the author remembers about her childhood shown in this passage proves to the readers how important her fifth-grade summer was to her.

Evie hopped off the bus with a renewed sense of purpose. “I came here to succeed. Not to worry about home,” she thought to herself. She was feeling driven and ready to begin anew here, in a foreign land with foreign people, people who don’t know her or her legacy. She looked around at the lively street scene before her. The signs were vibrant and their brilliance drew her closer and closer to the center of town. The entire city seemed to be moving towards her, and an endless sea of men and women spewed out of the buildings and down the block. The congested streets keep her pace slow, but her mind was racing with new thoughts and ideas. The gridlocked traffic finally allowed for some leeway, and Evie found her way out of the fray and across

"After that I went up to her, she said, 'You'll just forget me after this' and I said, 'No, I'll never forget you.' This was an unbelievable day and I'm glad to say she can have another day with us and I'm glad I was in the right place at the right time."

17 year old Makayla was in her room watching T.V as usual. The sun was shining through the window. It was peaceful, but Makayla always wanted adventure. Makayla reached for her lucky sea shell that was on her dresser.

Once decorating the walls in the Chinese Xinghua si temple stood The Paradise of Maitreya and now a brilliant mural that rules the Bishop White gallery at the Royal Ontario Museum. The painting was made over 7 centuries ago throughout the Yuan dynasty, ruled by Khubilai Khan. This object is worthy of attention because it underwent extensive repairs and is still known today for its beauty, it has a deep and significant portrayal of the forthcoming of Buddha, as well the incredible backstory of the painting. This piece is truly irreplaceable and is vital for understanding the development of Chinese culture.

Today she was being assigned a new roommate. She was very surprised when she had been told this, considering in all her time here she had never had anyone in her cell. This made her extremely curious as to what this person would be like and she knew that it should be close to the arrival time. Just as she was about to go back to working on her art, a new announcement had come on.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* The constant beeping of his heart monitor drones on and becomes background noise underneath the commotion swirling through my head. It’s the only thing keeping me from breaking down right now. All of my thoughts, all of my experiences, my memories, my breaths, everything dwindles down to here and

After lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, my younger sister Ashley and I hopped into my aged, tan Chrysler Sebring and drove out of the parking lot onto the dirty, bumpy road. The grounds soaked with rain and the autumn leaves floated across the sky. My car was like a bouncy spring on the bumpy road. As we continued to head towards our destination, our excitement grew. After a couple minutes of driving we finally made it to the Luchies’ house. Their house was warm and inviting as Ashley and I entered into it.